Three 6 Mafia - Hit A Mutha*****er Lyrics
(chorus)x2I bet you wontHit a mother*****er, hit a mother*****er (*****)Hit a mother*****er, hit a mother*****erI bet you wontPush a mother*****er, push a mother*****er (hoe)Push a mother*****er, push a mother*****erI bet you wontThis aint no game, we bring the painSo dont you niggas tripFallin the club with all them thugsAnd five extra clipsDeep alsways deep is how we come cause we aint no jokeSo when you hoes talk all this shitWe gonna cut ya throatAnd let you chuck right out the door, the three 6 mafia gameNow I was pullin a *****ing gunWe out so throw them thangsDont hit that whiteAny why the ***** act like you crazy manWe know you niggas just some hoesYou let our nuts hang(? ? )And let me crack you mind upWant to get you hypnotized cause you this scarecrowKeep a mystic type of business than we runYou may not cap to the ssCause we young, my time, my flexIts a futuristic and autistic mega plisto plexI rack up many shots cuase on my run colegri popI make sure they get so wild, they bustin caps right on the spotAll around the planet rock, the ghetto clocks dont stopMy nigga gotta take a deep breatheA keep blowin till they drop(chorus)x2(? ? )We aint going to stop until some down people die up in the audienceWord up, push them to the floorPut your foot in his guts so aple watch them fully trampleShoot a pistol in the air, make it so kit kiddy cant handleThe crowd, the gotta ru rush before a few gonna get crushedCrush crush, we got it buck buck (the three 6)And when the shows over I want to see (? ? ) nothing but bodiesOn the floor and they got no three 6 (surprise)(? ? )I heard the streets that a nigga has said, something about that niggaI think his name was cruchy blacBut I walk up to his house, I knocked upon his doorWhen he came to the door, I hit him in the mouthAnd I knocked him on the floorThen I hit him and hit him somemoreThen I told that *****ing boyShouldnt of ran his mouth about of the mother*****ing prophet boysCause the prophet boys be hypnotizing all of yallGanna tear around your throat and drag you like you want(chorus)x2(gangsta boo)Why to styling at my faceWhy you talks behind my backHitting you hitting you down when I (? ? ) to attackNever cant be fadeCause this lady roll with right clickNow Im talking shitCall me misses mobb *****Smoking automos all you hoes boutin my damn selfNever hanging with you skanksCause Im bad for your healthPlaya haters out you stars pullin cars bout yourselfWe be stanking like some fart under sheets, hold your breathe(? ? )(...? ? ...)See I call up then niggas operator tellin me theyWas stressed with you up on that house that Im hellLooking out thereSee you telling always tell who freezys always shells(...? ? ...)How she really cares bout her hairHere he thinks he stabbs around a hoe round(chorus)x2
